--IN CASE YOU
DIDN’T KNOW
…Sometimes
people confuse me with Bobby Sands. Go
figure.
…Last night,
those stars were shining like the lights on Broadway, and the moon had nothing
on them. Not a thing.
…If you really
want to know how I’m doing, stop by here and try not to panic.
…I know it’s
hard to understand the way I’m living.
But look—at least I’m typing something.
…I’m coming out
of my cage and I’m doing just fine.
…I kind of give
a damn. I kind of don’t care.
…I’ve got soul,
but I’m not a soldier.
…My brothers
were soldiers. I’ve always respected
that about them. Some of the sacrifices
they made were life changing. It takes a
lot of courage to do what they did. When
others were doing everything they could to avoid the draft, one of my brothers enlisted. After his four years were over, he actually
re-upped. Said he’d do it all over again,
despite all the horror he lived through.
Now that’s a hero.
…I confess,
whenever I hear the opening riff to The Killers’ song, “Mr. Brightside,” I get
chills… He takes off her dress now…I just
can’t look, it’s killing me. I mean,
yikes, right?
…WHEN HARRY MET
SALLY wasn’t a favorite film of mine, but I do find myself thinking about
certain parts of the movie, from time to time, like the orgasm scene (“I’ll have what she’s having”),
like the theme--how men and women can’t really be friends. I think that’s both wrong and right at the
same time. I’ve got quite a few female
friends, some very close, and it’s all completely platonic and copacetic.
…It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss?
…What I thought
was going to be the death of me was my saving grace.
…The rain keeps
tapping on the window, trying to get my attention. What’s that all about?
…I don’t think
there’s anything wrong with being a little bombastic, if you’ve got it in you,
if you’ve got the nerve, if you can back it up at least.
…If we were
brave enough to admit it, we’d realize we’re all hypocrites. I know I am sometimes. (Hypocrite is a word Jesus invented. I guess he knew what he was talking about,
even way back then.)
…He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, but he
talks like a gentleman.
…“Why?” is
rarely a useful question. However, most
things start with a “Why?” whether we know it or not.
…I know we can
make it, if we take it slow.
…It’s good to
be successful at something, even if no one knows you are.
…”I mean, why
does anyone do anything?” (I interviewed
a writer I really admire, and when I asked her [the lame, pedestrian question]
why she writes, that was her answer.) It
was sort of a shun, but appropriately so, and very sage at that.
…Success is a
heavy subject, like happiness—they’re two twin bricks weighing each other down,
waiting for some grout to cement them together.
…When someone
says they believe in you, what does that really mean?
…Drawing
conclusions--reading between the lines--is probably a bad thing, but sometimes
what’re you gonna do? All you’ve got is
what you’ve got to go on.
…A good
question is: who really has your back when it matters?
…Ten thousand
square feet is a lot of space. No wonder
I feel lost most of the time.
…When things
start to matter less is when you know you’ve lost your way.
…If I tried, I
could be thinner. After all, we bought
the treadmill for a reason.
…If I really tried,
I would have written the great American novel by now.
…I’m trying to
be a good friend to certain people I know.
I’m working hard at it.
…I just called
myself on a cellphone but the message said nobody’s home. Hmmm.
…I’m a real Nowhere
Man, sitting in my Nowhere Land.
…When I die,
please cover my coffin with books or pages.
Read a poem. I don’t care if you
totally understand it or not. Just enjoy the music in the words.
…One of the
things I’ve discovered is that most people hate talking about death, even if it’s
not their own. Right away they curl up
and cringe. Mortality is like politics
and religion; a subject to be avoided. Death
is a scary thing for most people, yet it’s inevitable and right around the bend.
…It’s so quiet
that my breath just said it was getting very sleepy.
…“I’m going to
bed soon. Don’t wait up for me.”--that’s
a white lie I often tell myself.
...I like it
when everyone’s asleep but me, when the lights are all off around the lake and
I can imagine everybody slumbering peacefully, having fantastic dreams. There’s a comfort in that.
…I realize I often
come across as gloomy. But that’s the
thing about only reading words on a page—there isn’t a face, an expression you
can gauge things from. You can’t see my
smile. My light. I’m mostly optimistic. When my team’s way behind, I still think they’ll
find a way to pull it out, even if my friends have switched the channel to Project
Runway. I believe my children are going
to have happy lives, even if they’ve both been through some deep shit. I believe someone will find a cure for cancer
sooner than later, and I believe someone else will figure out how to stop
global warming. After all, we found a
way to patch that hole in the ozone which was supposed to burn us up back in
the ‘80s. I believe in goodness even if
I don’t always sound like it.
…Isn’t it
interesting, or amazing even, how you remember nearly all of your school teachers? I mean, like from 2nd or 3rd
grade? See if you can pull up their
names in your head right now.
…Mrs. Marshall
was my 5th grade teacher. She
had long, salt and pepper hair, sort of looked like an attractive witch, and
was quite stern. I really liked her,
though I don’t know why. At one point, I
must have done something wrong because she yanked my scalp back and almost
broke my neck. At another one point she
paddled me through my jeans. That was a
long time ago, but I did really like her.
…I was such a
shy kid. I wonder how I got in trouble
so much. That’s something I don’t
recall.
…Make the most
of it. That’s a good idea. Really, isn’t that what life’s about?
…Life is short—that’s
probably the most trite, and true, comment ever.
…Life is
beautiful. That’s definitely true, and
it’s also the name of my favorite movie, as well.
…Buongiorno, Principessa!
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